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Thursday, March 5, 2020 Shelton-Mason County Journal — Page 8-3
WEDNESDAY
TODAY Girls basketball—Hardwood Classic, various SUNDAYMONDAY
Boys basketball—Hardwood Classic, various sites, TBD No Events Scheduled
No Events Scheduled
sites, TBD
Girls basketball—Hardwood Classic, various SATURDAY TUESDAY I The sports
calendar is compiled by Sports
sites, TBD Boys basketball—Hardwood Classic, various Boys golf— Shelton
vs. Gig Harbor, Madrona Outdoors Editor Justin Johnson. Times, dates
sites, TBD -Links, Gig Harbor, 2:45 p.m. and locations are subject to
change. To submit an
FRIDAY Girls basketball—Hardwood Classic, various Girls golf—Shelton
vs. Gig Harbor, Madrona item for the calendar, please email information to
Boys basketball—Hardwood Classic, various sites, TBD Links, Gig Harbor,
3:15 p.m. justin@masoncounty.com.
sites, TBD ~
I
“Climber
champs ‘
The Shelton Climbers u10 youth
baseball team, competed Feb. 21 -23
and won the Hub City Series indoor
baseball tournament, going 4-0,
beating teams from Seattle, Bellevue,
Portland and Lake Stevens. It is the
second year in a row the Climbers
have won the tournament. The team
competes Saturday and‘ Sunday in
, Arizona. ‘
‘The Climbers are: left to right, front
row, Jacob Wells, Dalton McLean,
Logan Dudley, Mason Ehler, Ryan
Brady. Back row: Brody Depoe, Silas
Hoff, Daniel Crossan, Kacin Arndt,
Kingston Cahoon, Fletcher Henry,
Levi Williams and Sharkey French.
Courtesy photo
Trail: Nothing comes close to the moments in nature
continued from page“ B_2 cerning the missing man.)
MEMORY TAKES FLIGHT
There is rarely a time I do not come back from
forests, fields or sea without a profound change and
, sense of contact with a higher power.
Forget pot,,pills and booze. Nothing comes close
to the moments Mother Nature has given me, such
as in a Potlatch private forest, standing up after
cutting a mushroom to see a big—eyed doe and her
fawn were placidly grazing barely 50 feet away,
calmly watching me, feeding without fear, as
thdugh we were in the same herd.
Another time, while walking along the wide
sandbars that line the South Fork Skokomish River
near the confluence of Vance Creek, I came upon
a seagull nested along the river bank. Instead of
flying away, it watched me as I drew closer.- It was
soon clear to me that the bird was injured and could
not flee. ,
(This memory overcame me as I walked the forest
road, and seemed to be related to my dilemma con-
as
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On the day I encountered the seagull, I made a
seat for myself on the stony shore and leaned over
to place my hands atop the seagull’s back. Though I
dare not touch the bird, after a fearful pause it al-
lbwed me to place my palms just above its feathers,
and, after I began to murmur soothing pet sounds,
it relaxed, lowering its head and tucked it into its
side. I felt an inner “call” to sit with this creature
and pray for its Soul. A few minutes passed and
it drew a series of sharp breaths, then spread its
wings as its body shuddered. I held my hands there
as we locked eyes, the dying gull looking deeply
into me, as though across eternity. Wide, wide
its wings spread, one more time, in triumph and
flight, stretching from tip to tip, then shuddering,
shimmering back down, it’s eye gone still, fading to
opaque, and its spirit flown back to the far shores'of
its beginning.
PRAYER FOR THE POWERLESS
So I have this seagull memory, right? And I get
WAN“
rolled over by a wave of emotion and the next thing
you know, a 60-something big, bearded mountain
man with a daypack and a walking stick is sobbing
in the” forest, stammering like a baby, asking god or
whomever What the heck it all means.
Guess what? The next thought that comes to
me is the Serenity Prayer, the one that goes “god,
grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot
change, the courage to change the things I can, and
the wisdom to know the difference.”
And then I see it, a trail where there should
be no trail. A good, wide, human-made trail going
straight up the hill, with a pair of fresh boot tracks
in the mud at the edge of the road.
To be continued...
I Mark Woytowich is a writer, photographer, video
producer and author of “Where Waterfalls and Wild
Things Are.” He lives in Potlatch with his “On the
Trail” column appearing every other week in the
Shelton-Mason County Journal. Reach him at
eyefive@hctc.com.
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